Ode To An Imaginary Spouse.
Whenever i recline on my bed
Her image looms in my head.
Angelic being i never see
Yet, tempestous on my sea.
The memory of time
Appeased perhaps with a dime.
Struggle of the privilege
That appreciates no sacrilege.
In darkness within i wonder
In illuminace without i punder
The face being radiantly built
Defines edenic guilt.
The desire i admire
A feat on which some retire
Same path i choose to tread
Tiny as the passage of a thread
Filled with pins of angiush
Fiercy like enemy on ambush.
At times i ask if it is a crime
To engage in ones prime?
Response seem encouraging But antecendent discouraging
The obescure thing within
Aches my pulse to bed-ridden
Causing a hole in my heart
And tragedy for the hat.
I know my pains will cease
When with my hands i seize
The dream' queen of my heart
Very close to my earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem